Yan Jinyu, who was drinking the soup, sensed his gaze. Her body stiffened slightly, and she stuck out an eye from the soup to look at him.
There was a faint warning in her eyes.
She wanted him to remember their surroundings.
Yin Jiujin's thoughts stirred when he suddenly saw her sticking half of her face out and glaring at him with a ferocious gaze. However, she didn't look scary at all and his naughty thoughts suddenly dissipated.
He only felt that she was so cute.
He personally took the soup bowl that she had finished and handed it to Aunt Cheng.
He couldn't help but pinch her face.
"Brother Nine, what are you doing?" Yan Jinyu glared at him accusingly. She grabbed his wrist and wanted to remove his hand.
"Don't keep pinching my face. It's going to get deformed by you."
"It's light." Yin Jiujin meant that he didn't use much strength.
